I went to a mostly black school so we would pick on the white kids. I graduated in 2011 and am playing ball at school about 500 miles from home. I went home this weekend and my aunt told me about the 2 kids. I picked on them so bad in school, like violently, all the time. But it was only when I was with my friends who would get a kick out of it. I'm a really big guy and they were really small guys, so my friends like seeing me dominate them physically. I can't help but feel just a little like it may be somewhat my fault that they took their own lives since I picked on them all the way up until we graduated. What can I do to feel cool with everything?